This song terrifies me.

[kleenexwoman]

We're doing fairy tales in my German class now. I mean, Märchen. I think this is helping me memorize vocabulary; I have most fairytales memorized and can fill in the blanks very easily, whereas it's very hard to keep track of what happens to Marion and her new boyfriend Michael and his girlfriend on the side, Silke. (Silke is hot, by the way.)
I like the names of the fairytale figures. Snow White is Schneewittchen ("little snow white"), Sleeping Beauty is Dornröschen ("thorn rose"), and Cinderella is Aschenputtel ("one who putters around in ash"). I like the fact that puttel means "one who putters." Just call me Bücherputtel. Also, the word for "dwarf" is Zwerg. I cannot tell you how much I love this word.

foxywriter reviews the Director's Cut of "The Frighteners": "Speaking of [Dammers], there was a whole monologue to his "my body is a roadmap of pain!" scene (added in) that I found darkly funny, where he detailed his cult-y woes. We also find out (a minute before this, in another extra snippet) that he was a Manson family sex slave." OH FUCK YES. I want this for Christmas. Or Chanukah. Or whatever. (I also want "Rubin and Ed," "Fast Sofa," and "Bride of Re-Animator" on DVD. Just in case anybody is keeping track of this.)
Speaking of Jeff Combs, I finally got to see a few episodes of "Enterprise" with his Shran character. Awesome. I have to watch more. But...what the hell is Sam Beckett doing on a spaceship? I kept expecting Al to walk through the bridge and tell him it was time to go home. Actually, I wonder if it'd be worth it to write a Re-Animator/Quantum Leap crossover. Who would he leap into? Dan? A zombie? A ZOMBIE. No. I already have enough Re-A crossover ideas floating around. :cough Willard's zombie rats never got it done cough:
They showed the very last episode of "Quantum Leap" on the Sci-Fi channel last night. V. sad. And then they're showing the very first episode tonight...if I watch every night for about a year, I figure I ought to be able to watch every single episode in order. What a wonderful way to spend one's time.
j_crew_guy I am not going to be able to get even one of those Chanukah Askew stories done in time I am sorry. I only have three ideas anyway. I keep doing this, signing up for challenges and then biting off more than I can comfortably digest.

Have secured domicile for next year. I signed an apartment lease for Copper Beech apartments; I'm going to be living with Storm (hopefully), Sammi (Storm's friend), and some guy who's apparently nice. The apartment is spacious and messy and I will have my own bedroom. More importantly, they have a kitty-kitty-kitty-cat, and he is friendly and adorable and purrs and plays with sparkly things. And they allow rats. And my future roommates are given to smoking th' good stuff. Be prepared for some tasty and nutritious word salad starting September 2006.

My wonderful Science Fiction professor has allowed me to turn in a fanfiction for my assignment instead of an original story; I explained to her that I was having immense trouble getting the words down on paper (she agreed that she had noticed this during my test-taking), and that I was involved in several other creative projects at the same time (like spacematchbook which I am working on honest promise it's just taking a while). I'm going to turn in Time is a Wave and a Particle.
We're doing "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" in class, which I haven't read since 10th grade...my god, my god. I had nightmares. The tomb world, and kipple (gubbish)--taken from "Martian Time-Slip," which is hella scary. Androids. Electric ants. How do we know what reality is? How do we know we aren't all robots? We'd be programmed not to know, to see blood when we cut ourselves, to feel bone and skin and warmth instead of plastic and steel and cold. I used to be scared that I really was a robot. I suppose that it's not something you can prove or disprove, because the argument itself is based on lack of proof.
I'm afraid I rather monopolized the discussion in class, or I would have if Char hadn't distracted me by writing notes to me. I feel rather protective of poor Phil, you see. He is one of the few things I consider myself to be an expert on. After class, Matt mentioned that he'd had a friend who started to take "VALIS" very seriously, and thought he was the reincarnation of PKD for a while. "Well," I said, "it's understandable. Who hasn't thought they were the reincarnation of Philip K. Dick? We all have a little bit of Dick in us."

Comments

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

Märchen...? That means fairy tale? How curious, there's an anime/manga series called Märchen Awakens Romance, I haven't watched or read it, but now the title makes so much more sense.

Speaking of fairy tales, I know you don't like anime, which is exactly why you should give Mushishi a try. =) It has the eerie, unsettling beauty of a fairy tale, a bizarre and inventive premise, painterly art, and avoids pretty much all of the usual anime cliches.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Oooh. I'll look for it next time I'm at video land.

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

I just got this comment notification today. ;-;

Actually Mushishi just started broadcasting a few weeks ago, so it's not in america yet. If you have bittorrent, though, it's super easy to get on fansub.

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

Yes. Silke is very hot. What the hell is she doing putting around with a dork like Michael??

Where in Copper Beech will you be living, cause we'll be in the same complex!!! I want to be your annoying sitcom neighbour!

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Q1! I went there today. It faces a cornfield.

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

I'll have to investigate where that is in relation to J2 (that's where I am now and will be next year)

[evillunch.livejournal.com]

Bride is the only ReA movie I've yet seen, and it's DELIGHTFULLY TERRIBLE 8D But I'm sure you knew that. XD Oh god, the music video kills me!
I need to take another German class. I miss the time I studied it in high school T-T

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Bride has a music video? Really? Wow. Wait, I thought you saw House of Re-A? The last one?

[dr-ninjapants.livejournal.com]

oh good lord, you two! *tsk* rachel... I know you meant Beyond Re-Animator... I'm just laughing my ass off and feeling dumb for not thinking of 'House of Re-Animator' first...

WOOOO!!!!! Welcome to the House of Re-Animator. RE-ANIMATE YOUR FEET!

[dr-ninjapants.livejournal.com]

hehehe... you know, some houses you have to take off your shoes before entering... some houses you have to wipe your feet before you come in...

at the HOUSE OF RE-ANIMATOR, you have to RE-ANIMATE YOUR FEET before you can come in!

you also have to move your dead bones. bones. bones. move your dead bones.

ooooo... West's house would definitely have a welcome mat that says 'Go Away' or 'Get Lost' or something too... or would the House of Re-Animator be a FRAT HOUSE? And the hazing is lethal! BWAHAHAHHA!!!! 'Welcome to Greek Row here at Miskatonic University... there we have Alpha Beta Kapa, there's Big Sik Dik, and here is the House of Re-Animator where our mad scientist bretheren drink their mighty green beer and re-animate their dead girlfriends!'

[ghostgecko.livejournal.com]

Oh my dear sweet lord, Daryn. And I thought it was hard to rewatch Beyond before, now you've gone and meme'd it for me :P

[interactiveleaf.livejournal.com]

" . . . We all have a little bit of Dick in us."

I thought you were gay?

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Deluded genius semi-messianistic hippie SF writer love knows no gender.

[dr-ninjapants.livejournal.com]

god, i can't even watch Enterprise. Or, as I call it 'Scott Bakula Being STRAIGHT in SPACE'.

no, really, can't you see how COMPLETELY hetero his character is? NOT GAY, THAT IS FOR DARN TOOTIN'.

he's so manly and straight that he can diplomatically not-interfere with alien cultures and impregnate his Vulcan girlfriend AT THE SAME TIME!

omg i need the frighteners dvd RIGHT NOW.

[dr-ninjapants.livejournal.com]

MILTON DAMMERS FOR PRESIDENT!

... president of my PANTS.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Make sure, if you've not yet read it, to get a copy of P.J.'s "Bachelor Home Companion" before you move in, and utilize it extensively (for both the knowledge it contains and the coffee-cup ring-stain design on one of the frontpapers -- instant coaster!). I did when I had an apartment my senior year, and it made the man I am today (frequently unshaven, prone to wearing black socks with short pants, somehow able to combine spaghetti and scrambled eggs into a single cooking project whose leftovers last for a week or more). This may not be an entirely good thing. Being as how it's a gaggle of females who will be doing the bachelor living, I recommend you consult your respective gynecologists and store clerks down at the mall who are always selling you Hallmark cards, chocolate, and stuffed animals. After which you may return and string me up by the balls for being so chauvinistic.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've got that book--it's somewhere in Brian's room, hidden under the dustbunnies and various spray-painted items of clothing that he calls his posessions. The boy has taken it to heart.
There's actually one male in the apartment. Two, counting the cat...cat doesn't count because he can't cook. I imagine that any estrogenal bachelorette overload of stuffed animals and frills will be counteracted by his typically male proclivity to play video games and drink beer. (Well, I think--I haven't met him yet. He could be a girl in disguise for all I know.)

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Cat counts. When I was a little kid and we had cats, I never really thought of them in terms of having a sex (only in terms of the fat one, the skinny one, and the one that always tried to scratch my eyeballs out). They all looked the same to me. Now that I've got one of my own, however, neutered though he may be, there's never any doubt in my mind that he's a dude.

Video games and beer are fine for a male roommate -- I mean, he's gotta have some kind of outlet -- but if you ever catch him so much as pausing on a football game on the teevee while channelsurfing, start slipping estrogen tablets into his beer. Sports: the last vestige of the caveman gene. Nothin' doin'.